Wang Ying flipped herself up onto the roof.
There was no hesitation in her movements.
Instinct honed into her bones through countless battles...
When a threat appeared, charge in first. Get a slash in before anything else.
The night wind swept through her short hair, carrying the city's distinctive stench of decay, but her eyes were fixed on the Eerie in the lead.
She slashed down.
Her blade traced an arc through the darkness, carrying every ounce of strength she had gathered.
Then...
Clang.
Clear and brief, like a verdict.
The Eerie merely raised its hand.
Lightly, as though swatting away a fly.
The instant the axe met her blade's light, the web of Wang Ying's hand jolted. A force unlike anything she had ever experienced traveled down the blade, numbing her entire arm.
The blade's light was knocked apart.
It shattered, just like that.
Shattered completely.
What level of Eerie was this?
As that question exploded in Wang Ying's mind, Yang Yong climbed onto the roof as well.
He had seen the whole thing, so he skipped any probing attacks and immediately unleashed the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
Gold and yellow light flared. Spectral flood dragons surged forth, twisting toward the enemy with the distinctive pressure of a spirit treasure.
This was his last resort.
But the Bone Ghost in the lead merely gave its bone a slight wave.
"Bzz..."
The Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors let out a mournful cry.
The sound was like a needle stabbing straight into Yang Yong's heart.
The Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors flew backward, slamming hard into his hand.
He glanced down...
There was a hairline crack in the scissors.
Not deep, but it was there.
Like a taunt.
Yang Yong and Wang Ying turned deathly pale.
Synchronized footsteps came from